Going UP? Or DOWN? Dude. Whereya Goin?

Jase and I were taking a break from the ESPN Zone festivities at the NewYork NewYork to just go up and change our clothes and fancy a night on the town to see Phantom of the Opera. As we were heading back to our room to do that, we stood outside the elevator waiting for it to be our chariot to the 6th floor. Yes, it arrived. With a man inside.

A very very VERY drunk man.

He was standing inside the elevator. It had stopped, obviously on the main floor to pick us up. The man was still trying to push the button for the main floor. Yes, he had just come DOWN in the elevator and landed. He was there. Destination achieved. I guess he was a bit too intoxicated to realize that the elevator had moved; let alone stopped. The closing of the doors and sudden jolt from stationary to falling did not have any impact. Clueless.

No. Drunk man did not know that he had gone down.

I said gently, “Dude, you are on the main floor. Pushin the button now is a bit late.”

He looked at me. Looked out the elevator door and realized that he had indeed, arrived to the casino lobby. He wobbly looked around and exited the elevator.

Did I mention that he was having a pretty good time? Yeah. He smelled like yak.

Awesome.

I was just glad he didn’t want to go back UP in the elevator.